fuck dvd's


Chet Starr wrote:ArrineF wrote:i miss using vhs cassettes![]()
fuck dvd's
Could scratch up a vhs
But remember when the tape would get all jammed up in your VCR


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PINK wrote:Gripping the core of my soul, it’s choking me. But with every ounce of my body I find strength to fight back the overwhelming feeling am so desperately trying to hide. Enclosing from all sides, the difficulty to breathe increases and the natural reflex becomes a burden. My reddened eyes have made their salty track, which has reached my dry lips. It’s the only taste I will allow myself, yet still the guilt is overwhelming.
I hold on to my red and purple cord.

bullet_boy46 wrote:gotta take another piss


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PINK wrote:Gripping the core of my soul, it’s choking me. But with every ounce of my body I find strength to fight back the overwhelming feeling am so desperately trying to hide. Enclosing from all sides, the difficulty to breathe increases and the natural reflex becomes a burden. My reddened eyes have made their salty track, which has reached my dry lips. It’s the only taste I will allow myself, yet still the guilt is overwhelming.
I hold on to my red and purple cord.


PINK wrote:mcZu wrote:PINK wrote:Gripping the core of my soul, it’s choking me. But with every ounce of my body I find strength to fight back the overwhelming feeling am so desperately trying to hide. Enclosing from all sides, the difficulty to breathe increases and the natural reflex becomes a burden. My reddened eyes have made their salty track, which has reached my dry lips. It’s the only taste I will allow myself, yet still the guilt is overwhelming.
I hold on to my red and purple cord.
Did you write that? Because that's pretty good, I could feel the emotion.
Yup I wrote it. I guess you can say I got shit of my chest.

PINK wrote:Gripping the core of my soul, it’s choking me. But with every ounce of my body I find strength to fight back the overwhelming feeling am so desperately trying to hide. Enclosing from all sides, the difficulty to breathe increases and the natural reflex becomes a burden. My reddened eyes have made their salty track, which has reached my dry lips. It’s the only taste I will allow myself, yet still the guilt is overwhelming.
I hold on to my red and purple cord.





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